I don't have to accept the fact I will never be with guys I like
'Cause since the beginning I knew it wasn't a possibility,
I let small daydreams splotch my mind only ever a little as to satisfy my boredom
But today I saw you walking on the side of the road with your fishing rod
And I couldn't believe the earth had given me such an embarrassing blessing
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
